Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Multi-award-winning author Tina Ruiz stops by my blog today


Multi-award-winning author Tina Ruiz writes under the name of Tina Griffith for her romance novels, and under Tina Nykulak Ruiz, her real name, to honor her children and grandchildren, as well as her deceased and current husbands. All of her novels are sold worldwide, and can be found on Amazon.ca, Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Chapters, The Owl’s Nest, Barnes and Noble, and many other book venues with less popular names. 
 
When she isn’t writing, she is cooking, baking, or taking writing and language courses, as well as spending as much time as she can with her family.
Tina shares with us a bit of her culture and an intriguing backstory of her writing career. She tells us, “Over the years, I’ve made small changes to my mother’s recipe for streusel (coffee cake), but it remains the same, for the most part. While my mom places sliced plums on top of the batter, I often substitute plums with cherries, apples, or peaches. In the end, nothing beats my mother’s cooking. The recipe is as follows:
Blend the following topping ingredients with a fork, leaving the mixture crumbly, and set it aside:

½ cup of brown sugar
½ cup of grated granola or rolled oats (optional)
¼ cup of sifted all-purpose flour
¼ cup of soft, room temperature butter
1 teaspoon cinnamon

Cake ingredients:

1 ½ cups of sifted all-purpose flour
2 ½ teaspoons of baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
1 egg, well-beaten
¾ cups white sugar
1/3 cup of slightly frozen butter (shred the butter before adding it)
½ cup of white milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Mix all the dry ingredients together. In a separate bowl, mix the wet ingredients together, and then add the wet to the dry, stirring slowly. When blended, place the batter into a well-greased 8 or 9 inch square cake pan and cover it with the topping mixture. Or, fancy it up a bit by placing fresh sliced fruit or fruit pie filling on top of the batter, and then finish it by covering it with the topping mixture.  

Bake at 375 for 25 to 30 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean of soft batter. Let cool for a few minutes and serve slightly warm.”


Tina continues, “I was born in Germany and migrated to Canada in the early 1960's. I was then a German youngster entering primary school having to learn the required English and French as quickly as possible. By Grade 3, English and reading became two of my passions. By Grade 7, I was writing elaborate stories about my life in my new country, as well as the people, the culture, the food, and my new friends. In Grade 10, my English teacher was so thrilled by my homework assignment, a poem, that he asked his editor friend to put it into the local newspaper. He agreed, and that was the first time I was published. From then on, I was hooked on writing.

“When my babies came, I wrote stories for them, and by way of a friend, they came to the attention of a man in Ontario who worked for the Canada Board of Education. He not only placed more than a dozen of my stories into readers for the schools across Canada, he also put me in touch with a Writing Course for Children, so that I could learn how to better my craft.

“Sadly, my husband of 25 years passed away in March of 2003, a devastating occurrence in my life that left me terribly grief stricken. My shattered heart still had all of my love for my husband sitting in its pit with no place to put it. I turned to journaling, recording my thoughts and feelings, as a means of healing. Three years later, I shared some of the contents with a friend. She liked my writings so much that she sent it to a publisher.

“After completing several writing courses and reading critiques that almost broke my heart, I now have 12 novels and 30 children’s books under my belt. Each novel was written with undertones of romance, but they also include other elements such as witches, murder, mystery, intrigue, suspense, and of course, powerful raw emotion. Why don’t I stick to one genre? I want to expand my boundaries and go beyond my comfort zone. 

“I remarried in August of 2011, and my new husband asked if I could write one book without killing anyone. While that made me laugh, I took it as a challenge and came up with “The Elusive Mr. Velucci.” That particular story was inspired by a musical video called “Caruso,” which a friend of mine sent me. The Lara Fabian rendition broke my heart and made me want to find out more about Enrico Caruso, the famous opera singer. Once I learned all I could about his life and how he died, I took that sadness and put it into the pages of my new book.



“Lucio Dalla wrote the actual song, but many people have sung it since then. It’s so powerful and sad, that even when I read the story, which I wrote, tears flowed down my cheeks.


“While I loved writing this heartbreaking, very romantic love story, my roots returned to drama and death in 2019, with Ophelia’s Curse. 

“It is 2020 now, and I have just finished writing my 30th children’s book. And before you ask, yes, it has the same Halloween theme as last year’s book. I’ve also finished writing 208 pages on a new novel, and this one has a Christmas theme. That season is not my favorite time of year, because I’ve had a lot of people die between December 23-26, but it is my husband’s. I’ve decided to honor him by writing an incredible love story about a woman who loses her love for Christmas, but gets it back five years later, after she meets a man who has the ability to heal her broken heart.”






Thursday, October 10, 2019

FRANCE IS ON WINSTON S. CHURCHILL’S MIND



By Linda Lee Greene, Author & Artist.



Winston S. Churchill, Lake of the Snows, Canada, August 27, 1943 – Our reprieve from the clatter of war began three days ago with the end of my conference with Franklin Delano Roosevelt, that great and magnanimous human being who guides the mighty United States of America through this most perilous history. I was delighted with my American counterpart’s choice of Quebec as the location of our war-planning conference. I had seized the opportunity in the evenings of our four-day sail at the opening of the month from Scotland to Canada on the Queen Mary, now the Grey Ghost, to give forth to my wife and daughter on what I consider the copious charms and hallowed history of the ancient citadel of Quebec, at the gateway of Canada, overlooking the mighty St. Lawrence River. My wife and daughter indulged me, as they do always, and listened with great attention while I regaled them with the exploits of British Major General James Wolfe and his seize of Quebec from the French in 1759. Both Montcalm, the French commander, and Wolfe were mortally wounded in the battle. The outcome was France’s ceding most of its territory in eastern North America at the Treaty of Paris in 1763. It paved the way for Great Britain to emerge as the world’s leading colonial power and for Wolfe to be forever remembered by the British as the ‘Hero of Quebec.’ His immortal declaration reads: ‘Who at the Expence of his Life, purchas’d immortal Honour for his Country, and planted with his own Hand, the British Laurel, in the inhospitable Wilds of North America, By the Reduction of Quebec, Septr. 13th, 1759.’ The time is nigh to plant the British Laurel once more, this time in Germany, at Hitler’s front door.

Britain’s defeat of France at Quebec in 1759 established the Anglophile as the ruling class, however, there is no denying that Quebec’s soul remains that of the Francophile. It is difficult to find any faction of life in Quebec in which the Catholic Church is not dominant. The French culture and language are similarly central. Quebec’s French spirit suffused our fortnight there and stood starkly as a metaphor of the cross the Allies bear toward the good people of France to free them of the Nazi specter that holds them in its yoke of terror. It is an obligation both heavy and inescapable. While the centuries have seen at times a trying relationship between France and Great Britain, we emerged as allies against Germany in the Great War and at the outset of the Second World War.

My thoughts are never far from the ‘Free French Air Forces’ or ‘Forces Aériennes Françaises Libres (FAFL)’, comprised initially of a few, brave, French airmen who undertook the dangerous flight from Bordeaux-Mérignac to England just five days before the signing of the terrible Franco-German Armistice. Some of them joined the Royal Air Force (RAF). During the following seventeen months, others escaped France as well as French North Africa and joined General Charles de Gaulle’s Free French Forces. South Americans volunteered additionally, swelling its ranks from 500 in July, 1940 to 900 in 1941. Under the Allied umbrella, it continues to grow and fight alongside us, to date in the Anglo-American campaign of North Africa and in Sicily.

            The French tricolor with The Cross of Lorraine at its center is ever before my eyes, and never more so than during the hours of my conference in Quebec with President Roosevelt. Our agenda’s primary feature was the cross-channel invasion of Nazi-held France in the coming spring. The collateral damage the French people are sustaining from our air raids over their cities and countryside for the reason of reducing the Nazi defenses among them before our invasion robs me of my sleep. God help them as they will be caught in the crossfire whence we storm their shores.

At the bidding of my Canadian friend, Colonel Clarke, whom had been attached to me by the Dominion Government during the conference, Clemmie and I are ensconced seventy-five miles outside of Quebec amid mountains and pine forests at the lovely ‘Lake of the Snows.’ We are assured that the largest trout are abundant, and here we will remain for a well-earned week of rest and relaxation and fishing. I have been invited by Canada’s great Prime Minister, W.L. Mackenzie King, to speak by radio broadcast to my Canadian brothers and sisters, and to all of the Allied world. It will be an opportunity to acknowledge their enormous sacrifices and involvement in the war effort.    

Upon our departure from this wondrous ‘Lake of the Snows’ and its generous trout, we will sally forth to the president’s family home at ‘Hyde Park’ in Upstate New York for a few days, and then to the White House in Washington D.C. There we will surrender ourselves further to the welcome smiles and open arms of our grand friend, Franklin. I dispatched to him my largest catch of yesterday. He sent word that he relished it. We will be glad to take up residence at the White House and submerge ourselves in the posh, air-conditioned suite in which Franklin will install us. It will be propitious for both me and my brother-in-arms to share the good reports we receive from our commanders on the progress of the Mediterranean Theater of the war.©



Note: The above is a work of historical fiction based on true events.



Images: Canada Prime Minister, W.L. Mackenzie King; US President, Franklin Delano Roosevelt; and Great Britain Prime Minister, Winston Spencer Churchill, and the flag of Free France, 1940–1944, made up of the tricolor with a Cross of Lorraine at center field.



Recommended reading: Memoirs of the Second World War by Winston S. Churchill.

CLEMENTINE CHURCHILL, the Biography of a Marriage by Mary [Churchill] Soames.



Books by Linda Lee Greene are available for purchase in eBook and soft cover at Amazon.com and other booksellers.




Saturday, April 25, 2015

Review of TO FAME’S PROUD CLIFF by Bob W. Dunbar


In the early decades of the nineteenth century, the United States of America was in its adolescence, comprised primarily of its Eastern Seaboard and easternmost Midwest regions. Other than bustling New Orleans, the Louisiana Purchase was “unorganized” land; the Oregon Country threatened to become another colony of the British Empire; and the Southwest, including California, was under Mexican rule, as was present-day Texas. The Caucasian population of the United States at the time, driven by its fierce sense of nationalism, rationalized its greed for expansion. Its burning desire was a nation of uninterrupted land from the east-to-west coasts, and north-to-south from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. Author Bob W. Dunbar, in his fine book TO FAME’S PROUD CLIFF, addresses a portion of America’s expansion story as it unfolded through the lives of two giants among men then, namely Andrew Jackson and Samuel Houston. Although deeply flawed in their separate personal aspects, as well as controversial, then as now, in their respective world-views, the two men were steadfast cohorts responsible in fundamental ways for much of the territorial growth of the United States.         
As a writer of historical fiction, I am well-aware of an author’s challenge in taking the two-dimensional historical figures as written in school books and expanding them into three-dimensional characters for a novel. In TO FAME’S PROUD CLIFF, Dunbar has created flesh-and-blood characters that are so real they practically jump off the page. As portrayed in this book, Houston’s yearning for a “big” life captures the imagination of the reader and recruits him/her to that epic endeavor. Houston’s uncompromising commitment to his mentor and surrogate father-figure Andrew Jackson also bends the reader’s will to the same cause. And the reader gets drunk, depressed, discouraged, wounded, sober, energized, renewed, and healed in tandem with Houston by way of Dunbar’s capable hand.
In addition, a writer’s job is to create sympathetic protagonists, and despite my ingrained prejudice against Andrew Jackson, wrought by the Cherokee blood coursing my veins, after reading TO FAME’S PROUD CLIFF, although not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt exactly, I am willing to entertain the notion that alongside his quest for glory and immortality in enlarging his country, a smidgen of altruism existed in Jackson’s Indian Removal policies, if for no other reason than to save the indigenous people from total extinction at the hands of individual whites. That too, is the rationale Dunbar gave me in response to my Facebook Private Message to him on the issue of Jackson vs Native Americans. Maybe Dunbar’s speculation on this matter fills the gap in what reasonably should have been irreconcilable differences between Jackson and Houston, that of Jackson’s seeming inhumane attitude toward Native Americans and Houston’s love of, and devotion to, them. For a time in his youth, and again in later years, Houston actually lived among the Cherokee—was an adopted son of the Cherokee Chief Oolooteka (Ahuludegi), also called “John Jolly” by European Americans. And among Jackson’s three children, all of whom were adopted, two of them were Native Americans. Of course, altruism does not necessarily explain his choice of progeny. I guess, one of my points here is that this book has caused me to ponder, and to consider searching for more information on its topic.          
                That Dunbar engaged in meticulous research of the historical period depicted in this book is apparent. His rendition of that history is couched in a well-written story that is informative and engaging. It held my interest from its opening page to its last. TO FAME’S PROUD CLIFF is a valuable addition to the bookshelves and eReaders of lovers of historical fiction and/or biographies.



Linda Lee Greene’s novel “Guardians and Other Angels” is at http://goo.gl/imUwKO
Linda Lee Greene’s novel “Jesus Gandhi Oma Mae Adams,” co-authored with Debra Shiveley Welch, is at http://amzn.to/VazHFG
Linda Lee Greene’s artwork is on view online at www.gallery-llgreene.com

Linda Lee Greene’s Twitter handle is @LLGreeneAuthor.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

My Gift of Multiple Sclerosis


This is the second time I have featured my friend, Karen Magill on my blog.  Her story is so inspiring that I wanted to include it in my month of gratitude stories.  By the way, Karen’s blog, the Vancouver Vagabond is chocked full of great photography and short essays, and has been nominated for the prestigious Vancouver Social Media Award.  The link to the blog is http://karen-magill.blogspot.com. 

I hope all of you will come back to visit me next week to discover the incredible gratitude story of my friend, as well as one of my heroes, Paulette Mahurin.  And now, heeeeeeere’s Karen:     

 

On June 5, 2000, I woke to find the left side of my body partially paralysed.  Nine days later, after an MRI, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and I started down a journey unlike anything I have ever been on before.

The paralysis went away but I lived in fear.  I heard all the horror stories about how dismal my life was going to be now, or how I was destined for a wheelchair, or how I was going to lose my eyesight.  I am happy to say that twelve years later, none of those things have happened.

Although I do use a cane, I walk quite well.  In fact, I walk all over Vancouver, Canada taking photos of whatever interests me, as well as historical sites.  Then I come home and post the photos in a blog entitled the Vancouver Vagabond, combining the pictures with stories of my city’s history.

 MS has been a gift to me.  I was forced onto disability, so now I am being paid to stay home and write.  The fatigue that hampers many areas of my life requires me to make the most of the time I am able to write.  I have to learn how to focus my energies on the task at hand whether it be writing, or promoting, or even walking.  That is an advantage because now I take more care in what I am getting involved with.  I can’t join every social media site or every Facebook group–I have to target my audience and find where those readers would be.  I can’t enter everything and join all sites.  I also ask for advice and assistance more than I would if I didn’t have this difficulty.

Gone are the nights when I could stay up all hours writing.  My body can’t handle that any longer. So my books may take me longer to write, but I am more careful on what I put on ‘paper’ as they say.  I do have episodes of writing wildly and ending up with a lot of garbage—most writers do since it releases the tension and the creative juices, but those times are limited.  When I work on my novels I have a pretty good idea of which scene I am going to write.

My emotions can run wild—I can’t remember ever crying as easily as I do now.  Those emotions that can sometimes be so raw and intense are translated into my writing now.  A writer has to bring the reader into the story and make them feel something.  It may take a few attempts, but I can translate the intensity of what I feel onto paper.

Multiple Sclerosis may have taken a lot away from me, yet in so many ways it was one of the best things to happen to me and my writing.  There is a new maturity and perspective to my writing.  I wonder if I would ever have reached the levels I am at now if I were still working a full time job and struggling in the rat race.  I doubt it.

 
http://www.amazon.com/Missing-Flowers-ebook/dp/B009GL6ULM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1353890589&sr=1-1&keywords=missing+flowers